…
p rocatination is a timely thief
r olling stones squash hedgehogs
o ne man’s meat is another man’s carrot
v anilla is the spice of custard
e very cloud has a shit load of rain
r ules were meant to arouse civil servants
b eauty is in the hands of the bee holder
s eek & ye shall firefly
…
…
do you leave your front door open
with a breeze block – as a doorstop
open w i d e
like pacman at the dentist
( so the breeze can usher in … )
leaves & masks & plastic bags
detritus
from this system’s collapse
wanders come, the world is closer
sinking slowly, rats & goblins
piss upon your – d.f.s sofa
yoofs will nick your purple hair dye
rabid gangs
of chartered surveyors
& bards on the run – will trash your gaff
smash your mirrors
& eat your secret stash
of caramel freddos
& tunnok’s teacakes
while you’re marching
in a rainbow gimp suit
with green jackboots
begging uncle government
for open bloody borders
( ? )
…
…
if music be
the fool of love
then add fool to the fire
be fool of beans
fool of good intentions
it’s your fool time job
put fool on the table
drink the fool aid
fooling in the gaps
turning fool circle
with big shoes to fool
at the bottom of
the fool chain
…
…
m ist on the hilltops
o range pith takers
n ote the post is late again
d aydreams in haystacks
a t the next junction
y awn & catch your breath
s end for reinforcements
…
…
are racket sports
really
that noisy
( ? )
…
…
sun petal vessels
& the yellow of your chin
spreading on meadows
…
( author notes )
~
this poem is dedicated
to all the poor, poor victims
of the latest terrible thing
~
the man on the news
said it was absolutely terrible
& who are we to disagree?
~
social media is abuzz
with heartfelt hashtags
from kind & genuine souls
~
who can’t help but show everyone
how much they deeply care
about all those affected
~
so spare a thought & pray
for the ones that terrible, terrible thing
left in a terrible mess
…
…
briefly i see you
monarch of the riverside
gone in a blue swish
…
…
spring’s deluge drenches
drooping daffodils dripping
pouring all morning
…
…
codswallop was invented
in eighty three a.d
by an old roman fishwife
called codswallopia
codswallop’s the musings
of a confused confucius
or the simian key
in a monkey puzzle tree
possibly that saturday
in a month of mondays
big bang cultists
– the reductionist brigade ( gasp )
codswallop is banned
in belgium & azerbaijan
throughout the isle of sark
& parts of botswana
codswallop’s the reason
why i shout at clouds
hedgehogs fly with pigs
& some folk wear face-nappies
codswallop’s – a love sonnet
or a branch of d.f.s
with no sale on
because of all those mud-floods
…
…
where do those scarecrows go
when the harvest-fest is over?
up to their home planet
in a magic flying combine?
maybe they’re the ghosts
of former farmer folk
& so they teleport – with thought
back to bumpkin afterlife?
possibly, these scarecrows
with straw instead of flesh
& second hand hats
with gaps on the brim
tour & see the world
– her pyramids & penguins
until spring sings
then duty calls – oh
where do scarecrows go
– alas, we’ll never know
( ? )
…
resarf poetry 